Chapter 129 Beautiful Photos
On this day, Fubao and the others finally had a half-day off on the weekend after a week of hard work. They could take a short break. Everyone went to the cafeteria to eat first. After eating, they all collapsed on the bed, and no one wanted to get up.
Feng Meini even hugged her pillow and sighed, "No one can make me get out of bed. Anyone who disturbs my rest is my class enemy!"
The others all agreed. Even the most ambitious Li Juaner couldn't help but say, "It's still more comfortable to lie down. I've never liked my bed more in my life..."
Ding Weihong lay there, her face in her hands, looking at Fubao curiously: "Fubao, I heard that you performed very well in your platoon?"
Fu Bao was puzzled: "Hey, how did you know?"
Ding Weihong is now majoring in internal combustion engines and is not in the same row as their mathematics and science department. Now they can only see each other in the dormitory and rarely see each other in other days.
Ding Weihong laughed heartily: "Your company commander was talking to ours, and I heard he said there was a guy named Gu Danyang in their company who was doing really well. He said he marched so perfectly... I knew it must be our Fubao!"
Fubao himself laughed: "Actually, when the instructor stopped me and asked my name, I thought I was walking badly and was going to be criticized by the instructor. But I didn't expect him to praise me for my good walking."
Come to think of it, it was unexpected.
When she said this, Li Juaner and the others immediately became excited.
Li Juan'er was excited: "Fubao, I really underestimated you. You're too capable! You even outshined Yu Xiaoyue!"
At the beginning, Li Juan'er didn't think much of Fubao. After all, Fubao was a country boy who didn't even know what pajamas were. But now, she likes him more and more.
When others thought of this, they were even happier for Fubao: "Fubao, your marching is indeed standard. You have become a platoon leader. As your roommate, I am proud!"
Feng Meini even said, "Fubao...you have to teach me how to march. I'm totally relying on you from now on!"
When she said this, everyone couldn't help laughing.
Li Juan'er bit her lip and said, "I have to practice hard too. I believe I can excel in one area, so I won't be suppressed by others everywhere!"
Who is not born by parents, who is not excellent since childhood, who is not a child of destiny?
When she said this, everyone cheered her up: "That's right, we can get into Imperial University, so we're no worse than anyone else. Work hard, study hard for four years, and you'll be the chosen ones of heaven, the best!"
Ding Weihong looked at them with a smile: "Actually, it's quite interesting in our dormitory. We were originally planning to move to the Internal Combustion Engine Dormitory, but now I don't want to move anymore."
Those who squeezed into the internal combustion engine were all smart people, very shrewd, with eyes full of tricks. In this dormitory, she could stand out from the crowd and be considered a smart person.
As they were talking, they heard a knock on the door. Fubao was in the lower bunk and quickly went to open the door. It turned out to be someone from the dormitory next door: "The dormitory manager said there's someone looking for you. You should go down and check."
Fubao quickly thanked the man, changed out of his pajamas and prepared to go out.
Feng Meini sympathized: "Fubao, who's looking for you? This is too pitiful. You're so tired and you still have to go out! I don't want to move at all. The bed is so comfortable!"
Ding Weihong raised her eyes and looked at Fubao: "Could it be one of your brothers again?"
When Ding Weihong said this, Feng Meini's eyes lit up immediately: "Your brothers are here to bring you food again?"
Mo Jiasi: "Wow, Fubao is so lucky, he has so many rich brothers thinking about him!"
Fu Bao shook his head and laughed: "What nonsense are you talking about? There are not many of them, only those few, and I don't know who they are. I'll go down and take a look."
Everyone waved goodbye to her and said, "Don't forget us if anything good happens!"
Fubao went downstairs and out of the dormitory, and saw Xiao Dingkun standing outside at a glance.
He was still wearing a simple white shirt and black pants. The well-cut trousers made his long legs look straight and tall. He put his hands in his pockets, leaning against the big willow tree outside the dormitory, quietly waiting for her.
A strand of hair hung slightly in front of the forehead, half covering the slightly deep eyes.
When he saw Fubao, a light flashed in his eyes.
After not seeing each other for over a week, Fubao saw that Xiao Dingkun was very happy and ran over and shouted with a smile, "Brother Dingkun!"
When Xiao Dingkun heard the crisp voice of Brother Dingkun, a smile appeared on his lips: "Have you been undergoing military training recently?"
Fubao: "Yeah, yeah, don't mention it, I'm almost exhausted!"
Xiao Dingkun raised his eyebrows: "Hmm? How are you doing? Can you march in step?"
When this was mentioned, Fubao felt a little proud and said proudly, "Of course I can. Our strictest instructor, Chen, said that I am the best at marching in our platoon, so he made me the platoon leader and the leader to demonstrate to everyone!"
Xiao Dingkun looked over and saw that the delicate little face was radiating a rosy glow, like a piece of pink unpolished jade, and her little chin was raised, and her proud and complacent look was a bit childish, reminding him of her childhood.
He laughed out loud: "Really? So amazing?"
Fubao nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I myself didn't expect that I could actually march so well."
As the two were talking, they happened to see a few students passing by. Fubao recognized those students and knew they were from the row next to her. She nodded to them as a greeting, then said to Xiao Dingkun, "Brother Dingkun, can I treat you to some coffee from our school?"
It's not a big deal for two people to stand here and talk, as there are people coming and going here.
Xiao Dingkun was puzzled: "Do you have coffee in your school?"
Fubao: "It's usually in the staff cafeteria. After lunch, they serve coffee. I heard about it from others. I haven't tried it yet. Brother Dingkun happened to be here, so I'll treat you and try it myself."
Xiao Dingkun: "Okay."
The two of them walked around rows of old dormitory buildings and came to the coffee shop that Fubao mentioned. In fact, the so-called coffee shop was a cafeteria with a few old wooden tables. The aunt in the cafeteria slowly ground coffee with an old-fashioned coffee machine, and the gramophone next to it slowly played English songs. The song was melodious and gentle with a hint of sad nostalgia. Fubao listened carefully and found that it was a song called "Country Road".
Some fashionable students would come here in groups of three or four to drink coffee, and of course some were looking for dates.
Fubao didn't understand the rules of coffee, so she asked the coffee seller. She was told that coffee didn't require a ticket, just money. She ordered two cups, one for each of her and Xiao Dingkun.
She took a sip and then frowned: "Why is it so bitter!"
She thought the coffee was delicious, but she didn't expect it to be bitter.
Xiao Dingkun smiled and said, "Don't be impatient. Savor it slowly. This has an aftertaste, and you can taste the fragrance slowly."
Fubao tasted it carefully and it seemed that it did have a little bit of fragrance, but it was still bitter.
She looked at Xiao Dingkun in confusion: "Brother Dingkun, so you have drunk coffee before?"
Xiao Dingkun: "Well, I've tried it a few times, but I don't really like it either. I find it bitter, but after a few more drinks, it does seem to have a bit of fragrance."
There aren't many coffee shops in the capital, but there are plenty in Shanghai. People there are fashionable and drinking coffee has become a trend.
Fubao listened, smiled and complained quietly: "You never told me you drank coffee!"
The voice was soft, half complaining and half coquettish.
Xiao Dingkun was slightly stunned and looked up at Fubao.
There was a smile in her clear and moving eyes, and her expression was intimate and soft.
There is no more distance as when we first met.
He stopped talking, lowered his eyes, and thought of the letters Fubao had written to him.
From the crooked and childish handwriting of an elementary school student, to the neat and tidy square characters, and then to the skillful and beautiful handwriting with a little bit of confusion, he saw the process of Fubao's growth from an elementary school student to a middle school student from those handwritings, and also tasted her gradually growing life between those lines.
After many years, the once childish and soft little girl grew up quietly into a graceful young lady without him seeing her.
No matter how familiar she was with him in the letter, when they met again, she smiled and called him Brother Dingkun, but there was a hint of strangeness and alienation in her eyes.
This cannot be blamed on anyone. Letters cannot replace real companionship. He was indeed absent from Fubao's life for many years.
But now, she blamed herself in such a soft and coquettish tone, as if she had returned to the letters that belonged to the two of them, as if the separation of so many years had never brought any barriers.
When Xiao Dingkun lowered his eyes silently, Fubao was also stunned.
She also felt that what she said was a bit too intimate, as if she had suddenly returned to the pattern of their communication.
She opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but felt that there was nothing to explain. What she said just now came naturally, and explaining anything would be superfluous.
Xiao Dingkun laughed at this time and said, "It's my fault. I didn't even mention it to Fubao."
Fu Bao blushed slightly, but deliberately said: "Humph, I blame you, do you also blame me?"
The voice was full of coquettishness.
Xiao Dingkun looked at her like this: "Do you know why I came to you today?"
Fubao: "What?"
Xiao Dingkun took out an envelope and handed it to Fubao.
Fubao took it in confusion, opened the envelope and looked at it, his eyes suddenly lit up: "My photo!"
This is a six-inch color photo, which is clearer and more beautiful than the photos she took in her hometown. She looked at each photo carefully and liked them more and more.
It turns out she is so beautiful, not at all like the pitiful and miserable look she had on the day she first arrived in the capital.
Xiao Dingkun: "I developed two copies of each for you. You can keep one copy for yourself, and you can send the other copy home to show your parents and grandma. I also put the negatives in there, so you can develop them again if you like."
This was truly well thought out. Fubao was overjoyed: "Great! My parents and grandparents will definitely be happy to see this."
There are not only Fubao’s but also Gu Shengtian’s. We can send them together when the time comes.
Fubao looked at the photos over and over again, unable to let go: "No wonder some people like taking pictures."
Yu Xiaoyue seems to take photos wherever she goes. Maybe she thinks the photos she takes are particularly beautiful, just like herself now.
Xiao Dingkun: "Then next time I bring the camera over, you can ask your classmates to take pictures for you."
When Fubao heard this, he quickly waved his hands and said, "Forget it, forget it. I heard that your camera is very valuable. It would be terrible if I broke it!"
As he was speaking, he heard a voice: "Gu Danyang, you are here too?"
Fubao looked up and saw Yu Xiaoyue, who was walking into the cafe with her friend Tan Xiangqian.
Yu Xiaoyue and Tan Xiangqian also came here to drink coffee. She was carrying a guitar and had agreed to play the guitar outside the cafe after drinking coffee. At this time, they happened to see Fubao, and next to Fubao was the man who took pictures of Fubao.
Yu Xiaoyue glanced at Xiao Dingkun calmly, then smiled and said to Fubao, "Gu Danyang, you like coffee too?"
Fu Bao shook his head: "This is my first time drinking it. I wanted to try it, but I didn't expect it to taste so strange. I'm not used to it."
Yu Xiaoyue and Tan Xiangqian laughed when they heard this. Only people who are used to drinking coffee can taste the rich and mellow aroma of coffee. People who just came from the countryside probably haven't learned how to taste it yet and don't know how to drink coffee at all.
Yu Xiaoyue and Gu Shengtian each ordered a cup of coffee, then sat down next to Fu Bao and Gu Shengtian. "Gu Danyang, let me tell you, coffee is one of the three most popular beverages in the world. I used to go to France with my grandfather, and the French also love coffee. They consider it a daily necessity. From what I know about France, the most charming thing about Paris, France, is not the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame Cathedral, or the Arc de Triomphe, but the coffee shops."
As she spoke, she took a sip of coffee, a mixture of intoxication and criticism. "The coffee in our school cafe isn't very good. Maybe they don't use the right beans. I have some really good coffee beans at home. I brought them back from France."
There were not many people in the cafe at this time. Amid the melodious and gentle American country tunes and the aroma of coffee, a fashionable girl was telling her story about coffee.
You have to know that in those days, coffee was still a rarity for ordinary people. Many people had never even heard of it, let alone drank it.
As for these chosen ones who entered the Imperial University of Peking, their horizons were broader than others and they were more receptive to new things. That is why they pursued the trend of tasting the coffee that foreigners like to drink and trying its flavor.
But they may not know much about coffee, let alone having been to France.
After all, in the past decade or so, it has been rare for people to go abroad.
The young couples and classmates around looked at Yu Xiaoyue with envy, and some even secretly asked who this person was.
Yu Xiaoyue felt the gazes of the people around her and smiled.
In fact, she has grown up and has become accustomed to it, accustomed to other people's envious looks, accustomed to other people praising her beauty and talent. There is no need for her to run to a small cafe to receive these looks.
But what she cares about is——
She glanced indifferently at Xiao Dingkun who was beside Gu Danyang.
This man is obviously extraordinary at first glance. Both his appearance and figure are first-class, and the expensive watch on his wrist adds a touch of nobility to him.
But such a man never looked at her from beginning to end, as if she had no sense of existence at all.
In fact, if Xiao Dingkun looked at her like others at the beginning, perhaps she would not care too much about Xiao Dingkun. After all, she had met too many outstanding people. But Xiao Dingkun did not look at her, but looked at Fubao instead.
His expression was cold and his eyes were indifferent, but when he looked at Fubao, there was a warm warmth in his eyes.
This made Yu Xiaoyue dissatisfied.
Why?
This slight sense of dissatisfaction reached its peak after Fubao took away his position as "platoon leader" last time.
Who is she? It’s Yu Xiaoyue, the smart, excellent and beautiful Yu Xiaoyue. She has never lost such a person before.
With a smile on her face, she talked about her knowledge of coffee, and subtly interspersed her experiences of traveling abroad. Then she was satisfied to receive the admiring looks from those around her, as well as the envious eyes of the country bumpkin Gu Danyang opposite her.
She raised her eyes and glanced at Xiao Dingkun next to her.
But Xiao Dingkun didn't look at her.
Xiao Dingkun had never been to France, but he had no interest in the girl who talked about France. He listened to what the girl said as if he didn't hear it and had no reaction at all.
His eyes were always on Fubao.
He completely ignored Xiaoyue.
Yu Xiaoyue blushed and gritted her teeth, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, but she endured it and deliberately asked Xiao Dingkun, "Do you like coffee too?"
Xiao Dingkun said lightly: "I don't like it."
His voice was cold, and he seemed too lazy to even give a perfunctory response.
This sentence was too cold, and Yu Xiaoyue felt a little embarrassed. Fu Bao quickly said: "I dragged him over to try it. I have never drunk it before, and I want to taste it."
As she spoke, she smiled and said, "Brother Dingkun has never been a talkative person. He doesn't talk much."
Fubao also felt that Xiao Dingkun seemed to be very disrespectful to Yu Xiaoyue.
In fact, Fubao felt very sorry for Xiaoyue about the platoon leader incident last time. She didn't care whether she was a platoon leader or not, but she felt a little sorry for Yu Xiaoyue and it was too embarrassing that she had snatched her position in front of so many people.
But now Yu Xiaoyue didn't seem angry. When they met by chance in the cafe, she still talked to him intimately. This made Fubao feel that Yu Xiaoyue was a really nice person.
She didn't want to make such a nice female classmate feel uncomfortable, so she deliberately said that Xiao Dingkun was a man of few words to give Yu Xiaoyue a way out.
Yu Xiaoyue smiled: "Really? I understand. My brother is a man of few words. People who are quiet are usually down-to-earth and reliable in their work."
Who knew that just after he finished speaking, Xiao Dingkun suddenly said: "Am I quiet? I just don't like to talk nonsense."
Fubao: “…”
Yu Xiaoyue's face turned green. What did that mean? Was just being perfunctory with her just nonsense?
Tan Xiangqian, who was standing next to him, couldn't bear to watch any more and quickly changed the subject to avoid embarrassing Yu Xiaoyue: "Xiaoyue, didn't you agree to play the guitar? You play the guitar so beautifully, I just want to hear it!"
Yu Xiaoyue was embarrassed, her face burning. Upon hearing this, she glanced at Xiao Dingkun and said calmly, "Okay, I'll go play the guitar."
Yu Xiaoyue didn't say anything else, and didn't even look at Xiao Dingkun. She held her guitar and started playing in front of the cafe.
Those who can come to the cafe to drink coffee naturally like this atmosphere. Everyone sipped the coffee and looked at the girl in a grass-green skirt and long hair playing the guitar, and they couldn't help but applaud.
Even the students passing by couldn't help but stop and watch.
The school spirit of Imperial University of Peking is free, open and full of romanticism. Everyone likes beautiful things, and they like this girl who plays the guitar casually in front of the cafe even more.
Fubao had finished her cup of coffee. Although she didn't quite taste the "rich and fragrant" flavor, she could still feel the exotic atmosphere.
The air was filled with the faint bitter aroma of coffee. She rested her chin on one hand, tilted her head to look at the girl playing the guitar at the door, and listened to the beautiful guitar sound.
This is the university campus, this is youth, this is the beauty of this era.
Xiao Dingkun: "Do you like guitar?"
Fubao couldn't really say she liked it. She shook her head and said, "I just think it's beautiful."
Think about how she had little to eat and wear when she was a child. She had never dreamed of eating white flour buns, let alone cornmeal steamed buns. It was considered good if she could eat them. But now she can eat white flour buns, drink Western coffee, and listen to the guitar leisurely. What kind of life is this? It's beautiful just thinking about it.
Xiao Dingkun looked at her and smiled: "If you want to learn, you can also learn guitar. It's not difficult."
Fubao: "Look at Yu Xiaoyue, she is talented and seems to know several languages. It's so beautiful to see such a person playing guitar!"
Xiao Dingkun didn't even bother to glance at Yu Xiaoyue: "Does it look good? It's far inferior to you."
Amidst the aroma of coffee and melodious music, people around were whispering, and Xiao Dingkun's words reached Fubao's ears in a low voice.
It was just a casual remark, but it seemed to touch Fubao's heart, causing a momentary tremor in her heart.
She knew that she was pretty, but was she prettier than Yu Xiaoyue?
She had never thought about this question, but she knew that Yu Xiaoyue was so outstanding and wonderful.
Now Xiao Dingkun says that he is more handsome than Yu Xiaoyue.
She bit her lip and her face flushed because he suddenly praised her and because he said she was prettier than Yu Xiaoyue.
She glanced at him and said, “No, don’t talk nonsense.
Xiao Dingkun looked at her, his clear eyes were like the stars in the Milky Way at night, and the blush on her cheeks made her feel a little shy.
What he just said was indeed spoken casually.
A sincere word spoken casually.
When I said it, I realized that it was abrupt.
Xiao Dingkun's Adam's apple moved, and his eyes slowly moved away from Fubao and looked into the distance.
On the campus of Imperial University of Peking, the leaves of the ginkgo trees are at their most beautiful at this time, with large, graceful leaves falling in a brilliant golden hue.
He spoke after a while: "I——"
After a moment of silence, he continued, "I'm telling the truth. You're much prettier than her. As for talent and knowledge, you're so smart. If you had more opportunities, you wouldn't be any worse than anyone else."
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